(2015)
Winter Haiku
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the